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Pandora

A bit of classic teen angst that I dug up from the archives. Don't open the box.

They said these were the days of our lives

They promised us magic unending

Every single glamour-loving silver screen

Assures us of some kind of happy ending


But I know they are wrong

I've been told it all my life


Hope

A glimmer in the dark

A flicker of a spark

A lovely warning flare

Your doom is near, but pay no heed

Such is the curse of the human breed

She may keep it in, but it's always there


Something in your eyes holds a light

Of mischief, and magic, and scheming

I dream that it could let me take flight

But I know that I've only been dreaming


For I sit here alone

And gouge my cynicism into the page


Hope

A glimmer in the dark

A flicker of a spark

A lovely warning flare

Your doom is near, but pay no heed

Such is the curse of the human breed

She may keep it in, but it's always there


And I laugh at myself 

And I laugh at the Greeks

And the rest of humanity, and Hollywood too

For finding fault in every single brick in the road

So that we clutch our pixie dust until it's all we can hold

And pretend that dreams come true


They said these were the days of our lives

I hear them as I come down to Earth

To realize that I am just a mortal girl

And to cry for all I'm worth

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